Dreamer

Chapter 2 - Rare

Just in case any of you get confused, throughout this story, Fayetta will refer to things such as "My self" or "His self", and what she means by this is that the 'self' is the body, or person. His person, her person, my person, etc. Self = Person/Being.

*This chapter contains a bit of information that may seem boring, but it contributes quite a lot to the plot. I did a bit of research on ancient Egyptian culture and I wish I could find the website again because I would totally link it for you guys! It was actually pretty interesting to me, but I had to narrow down a lot of the information and just use what's relevant to the plot of this story.

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"Fayetta."

Ahkmenrah smiled softly, indicating that he was no foe. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Fayetta." Ahkmenrah bowed. "Might I ask which kingdom you come from?"

Now this twisted my trust. I had just met this man, but I knew nothing of him but his name. I shook my head. "I hardly know you, but perhaps I can tell you of my self if you tell me of yours."

He smiled politely and bowed. "I am King Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King, ruler of the land of my fathers."

I resisted the urge to smile at his welcoming nature, and although being open to him could be a dangerous move, I introduced my self further as promised. "I am Princess Fayetta, heir to the throne of England." I curtsied in return, then I felt chills run up my spine, the feeling that I was being watched. Cautiously, I glanced around, wondering out loud, "Is there any way you could tell me where we are?"

Ahkmenrah opened his mouth to speak, then shifted his gaze as if he decided against saying something. "I suppose he would like to tell you that..." He muttered almost to himself. I looked at him questioningly, so he brought his full attention back to me.

"Ah, yes. Well, My Lady, I believe someone would like to meet you." He bowed slightly once again, then held out his elbow for me to take. I hesitated, but complied and allowed him to escort me to our new destination.

After leading me through several corridors, we entered a much larger room, many times the size of the hallways we were previously in. A large, mostly blue sphere was the centerpiece of the room, and more illuminating bulbs lit the atmosphere on several places of the walls. I smiled lightly as I saw more civilized people having casual discussions, small animals trotting about (which I found quite peculiar), and a man in navy blue attire with his back to Ahkmenrah and I.

I froze in my tracks as my sight came to rest on the same barbarians that I had previously fled from were standing close to the sphere, and quickly stepped behind the protection of one of the side staircases. Ahkmenrah felt my arm leave his, and carefully went to join me.

"Is something troubling you?" He asked gently, following my slightly panicked gaze.

I nodded. "They," I pointed to the wild-men, "are the ones who startled me before I met you." Ahkmenrah let out a soft chuckle, then gently pulled me from behind the staircase.

"There is no need to worry, Princess," Ahkmenrah assured. "They wouldn't hurt a hair on your h-"

Ahkmenrah was interrupted by the lead brute pointing at us and letting out his battle cries, and he and his men began to charge at us. Ahkmenrah was obviously just as flustered as I was, yet I was a great deal more terrified. Despite the terror-filled blood rushing through my veins, I felt somewhat comforted when this King stood in front of me protectively. I pulled myself closer to his body, fear rising in my throat as the distance between us and the barbarians continued to shrink.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" An unfamiliar voice commanded sharply, and everything seemed to stop altogether; animals ceased their bleating, people stopped their conversations, even the air seemed to still its circulation. "Attila! What do you think you're doing? I thought we agreed, no more attacking people! Okay?"

I raised my gaze over Ahkmenrah's shoulder, finding that the man dressed in navy blue was chastising the now pouting barbarian, Attila.

The man in blue turned to Ahkmenrah, sighing as he spoke, "Sorry Ahk. Is that her?" The man motioned to where I was still hidden behind Ahkmenrah.

Ahkmenrah nodded, then carefully turned in place to face me, taking my arm gently in his hand and guiding me in front of him. "This is Princess Fayetta," he introduced me. "My Lady, this is Larry Daley, Guardian of Brooklyn."

"Well, actually I just guard the museum at night, but... uh... yeah." Larry trailed off with a nod.

Ahkmenrah nodded, his eyes alight with an eagerness to continue, but I felt the urge to put my hand up, stopping him from speaking.

"What is a museum?" I asked honestly, causing Attila to sigh and let out a few exasperated words before wandering off.

"It's where we are now," A new man entered the conversation. He wore khaki colored clothing and a strange hat, the stallion he rode whinnying and trotting in place impatiently. "Civilians come during the daylight to learn about our history, and at night," The man smiled and gestured to the building around us, "we live."

I look to Ahkmenrah in confusion. "Just at night? Why not during the day?"

"I'll show you later." He promised with a reassuring grin. Show me? I wondered. Everything at that point was confusing me, I just wanted answers; Why we were in a museum, where this museum was, and why wouldn't we be alive during day? How was this possibly anyway?

"So, you weren't awake when everyone else was." Larry told me. "Do you think you know why?" I shook my head in response.

"I think I might have an idea," Ahkmenrah held up a finger and cleared his throat before continuing. "We believed that a God named Bes sent us dreams. He would send dreams to people to warn them of something or guide them with a decision. Often times people would go to Masters of the Secret Things, or dream interpreters, to help them uncover the meaning of their dreams. Essentially, my people worshipped them.

"These Masters would often sleep for incredibly long amounts of time, but during their sleep, they would travel through different dimensions and were able to explore the afterlife. Not only that, but they could enter other dreams." He smiled with wonder.

For a moment I felt confused. Why would Ahkmenrah know so much about dream interpreters? He kept explaining.

"But, these Masters of the Secret Things weren't just people who interpreted dreams; they were temple priests." He seemed to have finished, looking between Larry and I expectantly.

I exchanged a glance with Larry, but he spoke my thoughts before I had gotten the chance to.

"So what does this have to do with the Princess?" Larry trailed off, looking to me for approval of how he addressed me.

"Fayetta is alright," I gave him a reassuring smile, brushing off the informality.

Ahkmenrah smiled once again, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, I believe that you, Fayetta, might be a descendant of one of these Masters."

To this, I only blinked.

"Of course, though," Ahkmenrah spoke quickly again, "this ability to enter other dreams was very rare, but it might explain your tardiness."

A descendant of someone who interpreted dreams? As much as I wanted answers, it all seemed a bit farfetched. Then again, I was alive seemingly centuries after my own death. "Okay," I said cautiously, furrowing my eyebrows at my feet. "Why would that cause a delayed awakening?"

The King lightly touched a hand to my shoulder. "Perhaps now would be the time for me to show you."